Feeling absolutely shite
On this windy stormy night
When is summer going to start
Such a heavy heavy heart
I have to pull myself out of this slump
And stop moaning like a heavy lump
I need to sing and shout and say I'm great
Instead of feeling in such a sorry state
I have to find my happy place
And learn to love my funny face
Stop thinking that I am always crap
Otherwise I am going to give myself a slap!
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